Saturday Story 2024 – Week 7 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 4)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
Jeremy has a strange dream involving The Black Queen but was it really just that or is there something else going on? Enjoy.
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A small excerpt is available below:
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It was a chilly night and a pale half-moon hung in the leaden sky. There were only a handful of stars above Jeremy’s head, with the rest obscured by billowing clouds as if a storm was drawing in. He was in a place unknown, a city he had never heard of except in stories like the one he was now writing about. He was walking along a row of warehouses, the smell of salted water reaching his nostrils. The sound of waves crashing against an old wooden pier was the only thing breaking the sepulchral silence around him.
Jeremy moved slowly, his tired eyes observing the rectangular buildings, most of which had been abandoned a long time ago. As he continued walking, he recognized the scenery from the first Black Queen story, the unsuspecting birth of the legend, and sighed. He had allowed himself to get so absorbed by his research that he was now recreating familiar descriptions while sleeping. The awareness of it all should have comforted him and yet produced the opposite effect. Something undefined crawled up his spine and made him stop in his tracks. Was his mind trying to tell him he wasn’t supposed to be there?
Up ahead, there was a purple light flashing above a half-open metal door. It pulsated at steady intervals like a lighthouse beacon giving solace and guidance to the ships passing in the night, but to Jeremy, it was more than that. It was an invitation to a dimension of kink where each new discovery could prove fatal. He hesitated to continue and pinched himself, hoping to return to the waking world, but nothing happened. He turned around and saw the nocturnal skyline being enveloped by purple mist and dissolving into nothingness. The dream wanted him to go forward and he had no choice but to comply.
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